apology pie

[dividedgirlofmine]

Who| Susannah and OPEN
What| Susannah wakes up after exploding herself.
Where| D10 and elsewhere
When| Early morning to afternoon, Wednesday of Week Seven
Warnings/Notes| References to arena things



Susannah knows before she even opens her eyes that she's back in the capitol. It's not just that she's lying on a soft fluffy bed--it's because she can hear Orc snoring loudly in the room next to hers. Boy sounds like he's sawing lumber, honestly. She could roll over and try to get back to sleep anyway, but that almost seems like a waste of time. She's alive. She's out of the arena. And the way she figures it, she probably owes about half a dozen people apology pie.

So she opens her eyes and sits up in bed and part of her is disappointed that Eddie isn't sitting by the bed, waiting for her to wake up--but she knows by now that a lot of the whole mentor deal involves working long nights and he's probably only just crawling into his own bed.

Somebody put a white paper bag, tied with blue ribbons, on her bedtable. A gift? Mighty peculiar, that. She looks inside anyway. There's a shirt with the word RIZA! written on it, some kind of perfume, a pendant that (rather worryingly) had the writing on the unfound door on it, some kind of toy figure of her (with a real working wheelchair), and a pair of flying disks modeled after her chakrams from the arena. Oh, and six envelopes, each containing 100 assi in paper money, each with a name written on a slip inside, indicating this was her payment for their deaths.

She supposed they didn't want her refusing the money like she had when they'd tried to give it in person after the last arena.

Well, now she had her list of people to apologize to, at least. She should probably check to see which of them made it back--and maybe get started on that pie.

--

Susannah's apology pies are stacked in a bag on her lap as she directs her wheelchair around the training center. She's definitely looking for the certain people--that's probably obvious by looking at her--but she's perfectly fine with talking to anyone else who strikes up a conversation with her.

[OOC: If you're one of the people Susannah ended up killing in the arena (Harley, Ian, Starkiller, Zelos, Guy, Some, Elementary Sherlock) then congratulations! You get pie! Hope you like pecan! If you're a D10 tribute who's already back, you can bug her while she's making the pies. Everyone else, just feel free to suppose Suze has crossed your path on her PieQuest.]

Comments

[gruesome]

"... Ah." His teeth clicked in dismay; he'd given himself away.

"I- would rather not say here, and hear it on the televisions in the morning. But I would guess that you have guessed right."

[dividedgirlofmine]

She stares at him. Well. Maybe her initial impression of him, back when he was just a shadow in darkness, was right. Though if he was a monster, at least he seemed like a kindly monster. (And it wasn't as if she didn't carry a monster of her own lurking in her backbrain.)

"I don't know if I want to make that sort of pie."

After an uneasy moment's pause she adds, "How do they keep you fed?"

[gruesome]

"I'd rather you didn't," he said earnestly. "They make me a... well, I am not sure what it is. But I eat it, and feel full, so there is that. It would not make for good pie," he added, with half a smile. "I am not sure it's food."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Maybe it's some sort of-- tissue culture they grew?" Susannah guesses. "I mean, we are in the future. Maybe they can do that." It's better to think of that than it coming from actual people.

[gruesome]

"It is not meat, of any kind." Of that, he was sure.

"I could... try that pie, though."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"If you want to," she says, gently. "But if it makes you sick, don't press yourself."

After all, for all she knows his species is allergic to pecans.

[gruesome]

"I think I've never tried pecans." And all he could smell that he knew, from what she was carrying, was the crust. "Nothing in it is greenfood, right?"

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Greenfood?" Susannah frowns. "Do you mean vegetables?"

[gruesome]

He nods. "Leafy plants. I have the most problems with those. And fruits."

actually, sadly, pecans are more fruit than nut, i looked it up

[dividedgirlofmine]

"What about nuts?" she asks. "Pecans are nuts."

[gruesome]

"I can try? Nothing I've tried to eat has killed me yet." He's been pretty sick before, though. Still, he's always willing.

"Whether I can eat it or not, would you share a lunchtime with me?"

[dividedgirlofmine]

She smiles at him. "I'd love to."

She means it too. For a man-eating monster, he's rather friendly.

[gruesome]

He gestured towards the dining hall, turning that way. "You- with that chair, I do not suppose you need any kind of help?"

[dividedgirlofmine]

She shakes her head. "I'm all right. It's electric. It pushes itself for me." She demonstrates going forward with the stick for him.

[gruesome]

He steps sideways, like a horse prancing, to stay out of its way, and grins. "That is the most practical thing I have seen here."

[dividedgirlofmine]

She grins back. "Thanks. I'm mighty fond of it."

[gruesome]

"They should let you take it into the Arena. They let us all have our legs, after all." Though he does, for just a few steps, reflexively favor the leg he lost so recently.

[dividedgirlofmine]

"They left me a chair last time," she says. "Even if it wasn't an electric one like this, but one I had to wheel myself in. An' I'm savin' up to get a pair of robot legs, like Maximus has."

[gruesome]

Forgive him the pause, he's just realized what a weird scent about the gladiator was. "Robot legs. That is incredible."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Aren't they?" she smiles at him. "I never thought there was any chance I'd walk again until I saw him stridin' around on his."

[gruesome]

One foreleg itched at the other, just where her death frisbee had taken it off, and he smiled. "A warm side to this place, yes?"

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Very much so," she agrees. The chance to walk again and having Eddie--even a Panem Eddie--back really did help a lot.

[gruesome]

"I will admit, I do like the space they give us to live. And sometimes, the audience, when they like me."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"It's so nice having toilet paper again," Susannah says with a sigh. "I never knew how much I'd miss it before I spent a whole year roughin' it."

[gruesome]

He had to laugh, an easy chuckle divided into strange syllables between both mouths.

"Hot water," he contributed. "That doesn't reek of sulfur. Brushes."